Long Zhao Feng scoffed. Xiao Yue's words caused a fire to start burning in his chest.
"Of course," he agreed with a pleasant tone. "It does not have anything to do with me."
Long Zhao Feng crossed his arms and gave Xiao Yue a scrutinizing look.
"On the other side, you lots kidnapped my nephew and attempted to kidnap the important guest that the King entrusted to me."
Long Zhao Feng slowly approached Xiao Yue.
The man tilted Xiao Yue's chin up so that they ended up looking into each other's eyes.
"Tell me again how this has nothing to do with me?"
Xiao Yue coldly slapped his hand away and glared at him. The slap did not hurt, but the meaning behind it was unmistakeably clear. Xiao Yue was telling Long Zhao Feng that she did not wish to continue the dynamic they had from five years ago. A lot of things had happened. Things had changed. So had she.
"Please conduct yourself with dignity, General Long," she chastised.
